It sure feels good to be free again; to not have to wear that orange jumpsuit, and wear the leg monitor alerting all and sundry to my complete lack of character. I am enjoying my freedom — and some Milo's Sweet Tea — as well as a sense of satisfaction knowing that for the first time, I wrote something that I can feel proud of. I wrote something that I could read to my nine-year old niece without fear. I wrote something that didn't require hours of editing after being posted up to

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